Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Be Real , by - Crunchy Black. Song from the album Enquiring Minds, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопBe Real |
| Aw yeah, we fittin' to get into some shit called stayin' real |
| It’s one mutha-fuckin' thing to be real |
| But it’s another mutha-fuckin' thing to STAY real |
| Meanin' stayin' real wit them mutha-fuckin' niggas |
| Who brought you into this shit |
| 'Cause as quick as a nigga can bring you into this |
| They can take you out of this |
| If you know what I mean |
| You know who I’m talkin' 'bout |
| You know who you are |
| Yeah |
| 1 — Ain’t nothin' but the real thing |
| Scream you real if you real |
| Ain’t nothin' but a fuckin' thing nigga |
| Kill or be killed |
| How sweet it is, gots to give it to ya |
| (I'm makin' my pay) |
| Strugglin', strivin' to the top |
| Livin' day by day |
| Say you real — real enough to make a fuckin mil' |
| Real — real enough to make a mutha-fuckin' field |
| Every fuckin' word you say has gotta be real |
| I hate you really feel that way (You know the business) |
| A little somethin' for nothin' got you scared of it |
| A little somethin' for nothin' got you fed up, fed up |
| With all the playa haters, playa haters hangin'? |
| Now a nigga like me, put a little like somethin' in the rear |
| Shoot nothin' but knowledge at your gate |
| Crunchy Black look like the red |
| Three 6 Mafia got you scared |
| All I want is profit man |
| Can’t you niggas comprehend |
| Bitch I ain’t your fuckin' friend |
| Meet you niggas at the end, of the road, I suppose |
| Used to have a fuckin' soul |
| Now my soul’s fuckin' stole |
| Now I walk around you hoes |
| 'Fraid like mutha-fuckin' foes |
| Wonder why I’m keepin' dough |
| Wonder why I lay a ho |
| All I want is profit roll |
| All I want, mo' money mo' |
| Get destroyed, get caught up in the line of fire |
| Get your choice, get your pussy crew |
| I get my Tear Da Club Up boys, brace yourself |
| For the impact of the fuckin' Mafia |
| Niggas ain’t no stoppin' us |
| Once we feel you crossed us |
| Never bein' blinded by the pettiness your ass play |
| Bust a free for ?? |
| fuck niggas 24 hours a day |
| Wanted to get paid, so I started this rappin' shit |
| Now it be my name dragged through dirt for the fuck of it |
| I know what it takes to win, that’s why I fight with my pen |
| There’s so many haters on the outside tryin' to get they ass in |
| Never be clever like Misses, that’s why I got all you bitches |
| Don’t take it personal baby, 'cause everything is big business |
| It’s either kill or be killed |
| It’s either plantinum or gold |
| Scream you real if you real (I'm real!) |
| Say you hot if you cold |
| I thought I told you never trust a busta that’s on the loose |
| Loose enough to send you fallin' without no parachute |
| What are we doin' to prepare ourselves for the new world order |
| Come in just 2 years from now |
| Teach us to give orders |
| That the ones that’s sellin' shit, the fit is here, she started |
| Get departed early baby, for some shit, I’m so sorry |
| To be tellin' you I see the signs of triggers & blood |
| That was bum-rushed by thugs, intoxicated with drugs |
| Not to be auspicious to ya by a nigga named Paul |
| Now lyrics come from who watches over us all |
| Lucifer, the light barrier |
| Lucifer, the sun of morning |
| Is it he who bares us light |
| Down at night, I hear you callin' |
| Light will overcome the darkness |
| Can’t you see that’s bein' real |
| Give us something you can feel |
| Like Aretha with the sex appeal |
| I would be like mostly high |
| High enough to kiss the clouds |
| Screamin' lotto triple 6 |
| Take me where the devil’s? |
| Bein' real, that’s bein' me |
| 'Cause you got a lady, see |
| Down wit fuckin' nigga down wit Prophet P-O-S-S-E |
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